Welcoming Liz home

It’s always funny the way streetlights seem to warp when you’re in a taxi drunk. Their lights drag along like stars in a long exposure photograph, and the effect is even more interesting when it’s been raining, the droplets and little rivers on the window refracting the light and adding texture to the whole thing.

As contemplative as all that was, I wasn’t thinking of it at all as I French kissed Liz in the back of the taxi. Her leg was on top of mine, as one of my latex covered hands squeezed her thigh. She broke the kiss with a hazy look in her eyes, before turning and kissing Rachel too. I watched the two of them trade saliva affectionately as my heart raced, barely able to believe what I was seeing.

Liz had been beyond amazed at the quality of Rachel’s “cosplay”. A beautiful girl attending a convention as a random male anime fan? It was so meta. She’d reached out and touched Gareth’s pectorals, feeling the clearly male chest in amazement even as she looked up at the face of the gorgeous goth girl atop his body.

If she’d been a lesbian filled with all kinds of repressed thoughts and dreams about women, getting to make out with a pro-cosplayer and a goth girl at the same time must have been like winning the lottery. And seeing the girl underneath the guy had warmed Liz up very quickly to the idea of getting with both of us.

I could see the taxi driver occasionally glancing at us in the mirror, almost desperately trying to keep his attention on the road and not on the beautiful cosplaying sluts making out in the back seat of his car. I couldn’t help but admire this willpower; if I’d been in his shoes the car would have been obliterated against a wall at least five blocks back.

He pulled up outside my apartment building and I darted over, giving him a kiss on the cheek and a seriously fat tip on top of his regular fare, just causing him to gasp and shout his thanks out the window as I gave him a girly little wave. I was feeling way too good not to share some of the love, after all.

I opened the door and pulled both girls to the elevator, and within minutes we were striding into my apartment.

“Welcome, Liz, to my humble abode.”

I curtsied like a maid welcoming her master home, before idly considering just how naturally I’d started thinking of this place as “mine.”

Oh well.

Internally, I gave a little shrug, again too wrapped up in how good I felt to stop and consider the implications of thinking like that.

“Oh wow, your apartment is so pretty…”

Liz glanced around, before walking over to me and getting in my personal space.

“Nearly as pretty as its owner.”

She giggled, before kissing me, the momentum of her walk pushing me against the kitchen island. I lost myself in the kiss, hungry tongues wandering in each other’s mouths as the plush cushion of my ass felt so comfy pressing into the surface behind me. Feeling Liz’s body pressing against mine, the way her hands felt against my waist, I was getting so unbelievably wet.

We broke the kiss, hazy desire in each other’s eyes, before I leaned forward and whispered to her:

“Wanna head to the bedroom? It’s just down the hall, that way.”

She nodded shyly, before making her way there.

“Mhmm, I’m not jealous or anything…”

Rachel pushed me against the kitchen island now, her greater strength and the way she just took charge giving me a pulsing clench for a moment down there as my body lusted for her.

Omgggg, what was that? Feeling turned on as a girl is so fucking powerful…

“Heyy Heather. Don’t forget, you’re still mainly mine, okay?”

Rachel’s voice was so flirty and commanding, right by my ear, as she pulled me into a kiss this time. I moaned into her mouth as her tongue filled mine, reciprocating happily. She was still wearing Gareth from the neck down; and I could feel the hard length of his cock pressing into my lower abdomen. I bit her lip as my thoughts wandered to it, the wet heat in my slit almost aching to take it then and there.

Our lips drawing apart, Rachel just stared at me for a minute, studying my face.

“Gosh, Alex… you react so naturally as a woman. You’re way too slutty as Heather.”

I glanced up at her, breathing fast as my heart raced. All of this, the dressing up, the drinking, catching a pretty Ganyu cosplayer and bringing her home for a three way, all while Rachel and I wore opposite gender skins. It was insanely stimulating.

“It’s so weird looking up at you and having you be the taller one.”

“Why, Heather…?”

She stressed my name, with a knowing, teasing smirk.

“You’ve always been shorter than me. Even more so now, too…”

She glanced down at her body, her stolen male form still swaddled in ahegao chic. Gareth’s head was sitting behind her, like the hood of a onesie; a bizarre reminder that she was wearing the most realistic cosplay possible. But whereas I was fully Heather, wrapped up entirely in the cosplayer girl’s skin, with Rachel it was apparent she was wearing a costume of sorts. I had to admit, in a twisted way it really was incredibly hot seeing her pretty face on top of a guy’s body, her midnight blue hair spilling down Gareth’s wider shoulders.

She almost looked like a particularly beautiful femboy, just one with a distinctly masculine body. I suppose that aesthetic couldn’t be more realized than the actual head of a pretty young woman atop the body of a guy.

“Hey… you wanna keep him on like that for this?”

Her eyes met mine, a dangerously excited spark in them.

“Oh?”

“Yeah… Liz already thinks it’s a cosplay. Why don’t we show her just how realistic it actually is? I know you’ve been dying to use this thing.”

At that, I thrust my hand down Rachel’s shorts, slim, latex clad fingers cupping her balls and the base of her shaft. She gasped, almost a **** at the sudden stimulation, before I tightened my grip and began stroking a little.

“Ah-ah-uhhh, ohhh, yeah… that sounds really good.”

“Mhmm, I thought you might like it…”

My ego swelled just hearing my voice, Heather’s tone realizing my words with such a honeyed sultriness. I was tempted to keep her skin on forever just to hear her voice as my own.

“… I want to spitroast our pretty little Ganyu in there~”

God, holy hell. I sound so fucking hot! And a little evil. But that just makes it hotter…

Rachel nodded, too overcome by the male pleasure she wasn’t used to to consider anything else. I knew from the way she smiled and moaned that she might be even more excited about this than I was.

This is her long held, deeply hidden and forbidden fetish, after all… I can only imagine how she must be feeling.

Or… well, honestly. I guess I don’t have to entirely imagine. This was my fetish too.

Standing now, looking down at my body, those indulgent breasts pressing out wrapped in red latex, my pink hair spilling down my shoulders, slender hand stroking the cock of a guy being worn like a suit by my goth girlfriend…

Maybe becoming a skinwalker was a dream come true after all…